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i wanted to listen to all the storms inside your heart

Men with feelings. Men who communicate. Men who are great friends. Men who care. Men who cry. >>>>>

being in my 20s is like I understand more of my mother and less than i ever have. My childhood friends are strangers to me and there’s no one i know better. i want to drink wine. i never stopped wanting to climb trees. i know more than I’ve ever known before. I don’t know anything at all. i’m seven years old and sixteen and twenty nine and seventy. I can’t tell when i'm happy. I think the only thing that will make me happy is to be little again. i want to be really old. i go to the ocean and feel like nothing matters more than that. in my bedroom everything matters so much. I go to the grocery store every day. i know how to cook a lot of things but the only thing i know how to eat is fried eggs. I can take care of myself but i want to be taken care of. i want to go home and I don't know where that is. i think it may be somewhere inside of me but i’m not sure

adult life is truly just thinking “I NEED TO CLEAN” while dealing with the 17 other things that have a hard deadline

i hope you heal

the real flex is not returning to your old patterns no matter how familiar and comfortable they look.